The grass was tall and prickly where my daughters and I ventured out into the field...
Even though the pointy weeds scratched at our ankles, we pressed on. You see we were on what has become a yearly ritual for us: A hunt for something really special. It’s something that always reminds me of the creative hand of God.
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Even though the pointy weeds scratched at our ankles, we pressed on. You see we were on what has become a yearly ritual for us: A hunt for something really special. It’s something that always reminds me of the creative hand of God.
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